Oct 8, 2017
Praise to Bromios
There is something building in my diaphragm It is pushing at the base of my lungs It is overwhelming Sometimes I sit in class In the library On the bus In my bed
And I get the urge to scream
Hail to you, loud-crying God Who shakes my insides upside down You who puts bells in my ears and wailing in my throat You who visits infrequently, confusingly, terribly And sets my eyes stinging
Chaos is a new home, and I am unaccustomed And you have given me half of a welcome manual; (I expected nothing less)
